(2014)
I’ve been so afraid to speak these heartfelt words. This secret has been kept so well, from myself, by myself,
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows